Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Kiribati and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Technova to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
These Immortal Souls,
The Litter,
The Saints,
The Young Rascals,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Big Daddy Kane,
Adolescents,
The Beau Brummels,
Radiohead,
Tim Buckley,
Juan Atkins,
Excepter,
Siglo XX,
Pussy Galore,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pierre Henry,
Sun City Girls,
Echospace,
Donald Byrd,
June Days,
Audionom,
The Gun Club,
Wasted Youth,
Grauzone,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
In Retrospect,
Absolute Body Control,
Skaos,
Suicide,
OOIOO,
Lou Christie,
Aswad,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Wally Richardson,
Minnie Riperton,
Soul Sonic Force,
Saccharine Trust,
Country Teasers,
Gang Starr,
Dual Sessions,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Fugs,
MDC,
Fad Gadget,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Association,
Procol Harum,
Ralphi Rosario,
ABC,
The Smiths,
Royal Trux,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mark Hollis,
Desert Stars,
Swell Maps,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.